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Syke watched as the nurse helped a guy with blond hair, an incubus perhaps, lay a girl onto the cot next to her. Another person, this one unmistakably a vampire, judging from the abnormally large canines, followed behind them. As they shuffled themselves around the cot, Syke got her first good look at the wounded girl.

Syke was briefly shocked by the sight of the girl. Her beautiful white dressed was stained with a lot of blood, yet there wasn't any evidence of injury. Her skin looked soft, but the tone was so pale one could mistake her as dead if it wasn't for the steady rise and fall of her chest. Her silky white hair fell about her, and her beauty showed even in this state. The sight of this pure white creature stained with crimson possessed the shocking contrast of blood upon snow.

Sykes attention was diverted at the sound of footsteps. A slightly sinister-looking male walked toward the girl's cot. He circled around so that his back was towards Syke, and began to lean back. Syke raised her hand and placed it on his back, stopping him from finishing his descent. She felt his body stiffen slightly and met his gaze as he looked down at her, seeing her for the first time. He quickly stood up and coughed. "Ahem.... Sorry."

Skye sat up and pushed her hair out of her face. "'It's a'ight." She kept their mutual gaze for a few seconds more before turning to the girl in the bed.

The girl stirred and opened her eyes. "Where am I?" She whispered before repeating it a little louder. She turned her gaze towards Syke. The girl blushed, looked around, and frowned. "How long have I been here? I..I have work to do..and the tournament!" She sat up with startling speed. She looked at Syke again and smiled. "Hello."

Syke nodded. "Howdy," she said, letting a sliver of one of her accents out. The girl looked down at her dress, and the smile vanished. Syke bent down and unzipped her backpack, taking out rolls of clothes before pulling out a pair of white shorts and a yellow blouse. The shirt had too many frills for Syke's taste, with a lace collar and flower embroidery. It was a set of clothes provided by the school for her, but she'd knew she'd never wear them.

Syke held out the clothes to the girl. “It's not white... but it matches your eyes.” If she could get the vampire out of her bloody dress, Syke would be able to save it from being ruined.